Not sheathing his weapon as of yet, he merely watches Leona cautiously, still very much ready to sink the blade of the knife into her throat from slightest provocation. "And why, pray tell, would Nightsong Guild aid me in entering Solstice? No guild just forgets the death of it's guildmaster and good number of members and offers unconditional aid for travelers, expecially not your guild. So the questions are: what do you want and why should I trust you enough to listen to further proposals instead of opening your throat and leaving you for dead?"